It was late afternoon by the time the two ran low on money, and it was also right around then that they realized they hadn’t eaten anything since they split a bagel before heading to the beach that morning.
Melody counted out her change onto her friend Kelly’s dashboard. The light turned green, and Kelly accelerated in the only way that teenage girls can accelerate, and the change went everywhere. Into Melody’s skirted lap, between the seats, onto the floor.
“Shit,” said Melody, but apathetically.
Kelly giggled, swerving slightly as she did so. Melody rolled up her window and reached for the air conditioning in the car. The south Florida sun wasn’t any kinder in October than it was in June and nor was the humidity.
With the breeze out of their hair, Melody examined herself in the car mirror, pulling strands of blonde hair from her cleavage, re-arranging her strategically buttoned top.
Melody looked over at Kelly without her noticing. She did this often, comparing their bodies, unsure of herself but sure enough to dress as if she were 100% certain that she was a head turner. Which, of course, she was.